Well, I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says, hi.
And I hurry to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school, goodbye.
And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says, how you feeling, honey?
And I look across at smiling lips that warms my heart and I see my morning star.
And if that's not a love in me, then all I've got to say.
God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss, Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme.
God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
And when myself is feeling low, I think about your face aglow and ease my mind.
Sometimes I call him up knowing he's busy and ask if he could get away and meet me,
maybe grab a bite to eat.
And he drops what he's doing and hurries down to meet me and I'm always late.
And he sits waiting patiently and smiles when he first sees me because he's made that way.
And if that's not love in me, then all I've got to say.
God didn't make the little green apples and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.
There's no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs and rotten leaves, no BB guns.
God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
And when myself is feeling low, I think about your face aglow and ease my mind.